Saturday, March 3, 2012
Workin' it.
Nothing feeds the soul like a good dose of good ol' fashioned work shift. And, even though the work I do is on the very low spectrum of intensive labor, it still fills the core of my human needs with kindness and warmth. The value of its beneficial distraction can not be overstated... especially when the woes of self-criticism are bearing down unnecessarily often.
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I dunno. My job kinda sucks at my soul like one of the fish that cling to sharks and whales.
That is quite an interesting metaphor... as if your job needs YOU to live. Ha.
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